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1. Then, in December 1998, it was madness in my country. The only way to get out was to get a ticket to some Third World country, and then stop by and ask for asylum if you were ready for it. So I got a ticket to Kenya, because you don’t need a visa. But I had to buy a return ticket. Mostly people would go to some Western European country and then just ask for asylum at the airport. But I decided as I bought the ticket, to go for a holiday in Kenya and see Africa, because I hadn’t been there. So I had a nice holiday, seven or eight days, and then came back to Amsterdam. Well I hadn’t made a decision about whether I was going to ask for asylum or not. I just stayed for nearly a day at the airport, went for a few drinks, had a few meals and slept in a few places, and the police noticed that. So they just arrested me in the middle of the airport, thinking that I was a suspicious kind of person. They were really nice, that surprised me. They put me in a kind of detention for about five days. They took us to a hotel in Nordwick, by the sea… Nice accommodation. They gave us a meal every day, some money… And I was asking, “What’s going on? It’s heaven… I’m going to ask this a few times”. But you know… 2. Afterwards they moved us to the Refugee Centre in Laiden and that was really shit. I had problems there because I was the only Serbian. There were, let’s say, about a hundred Albanians there from Kosovo at the time. It was a really bad place, cockroaches all over the place, no toilets and the food was shit. It was really bad. And I had a problem because the Albanians didn’t like me . I was the only Serbian and I didn’t have anybody. So I slept outside and didn’t go to the refugee camp. They kind of promised me they were gonna kill me… All my documents were taken from me by the Dutch authorities, and from then on all my documents were gone. Everything was gone. All my luggage went to Budapest with a plane. Disappeared. Contacts, telephone numbers, everything… 3. But something strange happened as I went to talk with my parents. Going out to the phone box I had a number in my head. And I dialled it and there was my friend from England answering the phone. And so they came to see me. They brought their son’s passport, who is blond with blue eyes. We left Holland for England. Crossing the Channel, the Dutch customs officer took my passport, looked at it, and gave it back to me saying, “Have a nice trip”. We were travelling for a couple of hours and my friend made a sort of cage in the car, out of wood and a lot of camping equipment, tents and things. As we entered England and the ferry stopped I got inside the cage and closed the door. So he drove me out. Nobody checked. The thing is, it’s very absurd, if you are white and you have a passport from the European Community or an English passport, nobody checks you. My friend is fifty years old, he’s my friend’s stepfather, it would’ve been ridiculous to have checked him - he wouldn’t smuggle anything. But if he had been black, from India or Pakistan he would’ve been stopped for sure. 4. I tried to go to the Seychelles when I went to Nairobi, when I was in Kenya, but they found me twice on the boat because I was smuggling myself to go to the Seychelles without papers. I didn’t make it because they had just one boat every day that was able to travel, and it was very controlled… I didn’t get there and it was a shame because I wanted to go. Once I got there, but they sent me back to Mombassa. I went to the National Park to see giraffes and elephants, a proper environment, which was nice, made me feel like a tourist… 5. Well, on my way to Spain I got a passport from my friend. He gave me a jacket and a passport as a gift, like so I wouldn’t have problems. On the way out of Britain they don’t control anything because they don’t care who’s leaving. You can’t come in but you can go out whenever you like. The customs officer was sitting in the cabin and he said to us, “Do you have passports and tickets?” We said, “Yeah, yeah”, and he said, “OK, have a good one”, and that was it. 6. When we arrived in France, nobody was there, we just drove in. We went to Normandy for ten days on holiday with friends. Visited a few nice places and then went by train to Barcelona. Again I was lucky because at Port-Bou there were, I think, some policemen and customs officers dressed in plain clothes. They were taking people that looked like North Africans, Moroccans or Algerians, checking their papers and everything. The customs officer was looking at me and I was playing the guitar and singing, and he was just laughing, probably because I was playing the guitar very badly. But they didn’t say anything, probably because I looked European; they left me alone. 7. I’ve been arrested in every country. In Spain there is still a chance left. But it’s all right. Because of a Human Rights Act in 1998. I took the time to get a booklet on Human Rights in Europe, read everything, and then see what rights are mine and what obligations. And see what I actually can do. And I don’t believe that anyone can actually kick me out. It’s not possible if you know that, but you have to sit down and learn. And what happens is that people just don’t know this so they end up in the hands of some country-men that use them for very cheap labour or drug dealing, or things like that, which I don’t like to do. Because I want to have a normal life—without papers. Because I don’t believe I need them. At the moment I’m trying to make my own passport, which is going to be a Terrain Passport (Terrae lat. Earth). I’m going to make my own and that’s going to be my identification. I believe I have the same rights as any inhabitant of this planet. 8. I finished military school when I was nineteen having spent four years there. At that time we started a sort of separation, because I was brought up in Yugoslavia, which was my country, where everybody was equal and didn’t have religious problems. “Where are you from?” That was not the question. The question was: “Where are you going? What do you want to do with your life?” Then when I was nineteen things started changing. At military school we were divided between Muslims, Serbians and Croatians. And that to me was too hard to deal with. So I decided to leave, I left before I had finished. 9. For me this was a disaster because it was not my choice. I just discovered that everybody under the right circumstances can find an evil part within themselves. I saw with my own eyes the people that I knew from the beginning, really kind of nice and easy-going and very peaceful, changing. They started actually blaming people because they had different religions, or different names or were from different parts of Yugoslavia. This went together with a policy that was coming from Belgrade at the time—the nationalist group of people who actually opened the door for evil to come to Serbia. And everything went mad. And I’ve seen people changing. Coming back from the war with necklaces of human ears and eyes, talking about how many people they killed and how. It was a real disaster, it was bad. I was in Serbia, but they were coming from Bosnia at that time. I left school and had a problem. I escaped for two years to Greece at the time of Croatian and Bosnian war in 1994 and 1995. The Military Police were hunting us: “You are gonna go fight and defend your country”. “I’m not gonna fight for anybody, I don’t care”. After the war there were just statistics, who survived and who died, and a few people ended up being rich. And that’s it. The rest of the people fucked up. So I didn’t want to be in any of these groups and I left. 10. We ended up going to Greece through an agency. We travelled on an exactly full bus. The trip leader would come and collect all the passports, take them to the customs officer, where he’d check to see if they were right. But as me and my friend didn’t have visas we didn’t give the passports. And the customs officer didn’t know how many people were on the bus. So we just went to Greece. We chose the place on the map in Crete, in the southeast, a small bay, lovely. So we went there and stayed for two years.